[Aubrey surfaces to (who else?) Eren, Eren Jaeger. His thumb on her cheek. If she wasn’t so exhausted the softness might have tugged at her; as-is, he wipes away her despair.]

I’ll save yours, too. [She feels lightheaded. Her throat’s still raw, but she manages this much.] Always. [Much as she can. She doesn’t want to think about the alternative.]

[Aubrey takes in an unsteady breath. The world ended, and she’s still here. Eren’s still here. He always will be.]

[The shift in scenery registers, faintly, fireflies flickering in the periphery. She only sees them as much as they illuminate Eren, and she studies his face. It’s nice to see him, finally, so… calm, while awake. Took long enough for her to notice. They’re still so close....]

Where, ah… [She clears her throat, tries to get some of the hoarseness out. There’s a dull throb from the crying jag and it leaves Aubrey looking utterly exhausted; she tells herself it’s not the bad kind. It doesn’t have to be. They’e somewhere else, now.] Where are we?

[Even with the question, her eyes don’t leave him.]